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“You shall be tied to the blade, for as long as your mind and spirit remain. Is this acceptable?”
The earth shook, and the rumble of fire howled from outside of the cave. An ultimatum laid before me. To bind myself within the blade would mean giving up my freedom for eternity. To fight a war that threatened to burn the earth to its core would mean my death. The Gods have brought upon us a calamity no mortal could ever hope to quell. Humans who were once close to us rallied for our demise. Our kind torched them, their lands, and their ilk in sport. Whichever side won, there would be no true victor. Only ash.
Would it be acceptable to live the rest of my life as a weapon? Would it be better if I died fighting a lost cause? Imprisonment or death; my options were narrow.
Looking down at the human, dressed in burns, I pondered what he thought. He bore no hatred. He held no contempt for my kind after what happened. He agreed to fight alongside me with eyes ablaze with passion. I wondered why. What would make someone turn a blind eye to the wounds inflicted by a beast of my caliber? What allowed him to grace my hand, still slick with the residue of death, and find camaraderie in the midst of devastation?
The silence of the cave was beginning to draw on my senses, my own thoughts starting to cloud the noise of the carnage. We agreed to fight together, but fear was a wise and stringent guide. Regardless of it, I had to make a choice.
“This is acceptable.”
“In doing this, you will relinquish your body. Your essence shall be ripped completely from within. Your magic, your strength and your flames will be in the hands of your wielder. Is this acceptable?”
My heart shuddered. It would hurt. I would die, yet I would live. What would happen to my body? Would my heart sit in silence, left to rot in its empty temple? Would my flesh be torn away with my spirit? Again, I looked towards the human. His gaze held mine. Though twisted and bloated, he held me in their comfort. He smiled. He did not need to reassure me with words nor tender touch.
“This is acceptable.”
“The process shall span the turn of the moon. With the dawn, you shall awaken in your new form. Do you accept the terms of the pact?”
“I accept.”
The dragon’s eyes flashed. “The terms have been set, and the pact is complete. May fortune favor you, Mysherra.” As the sword began to gleam, I closed my eyes.
Tingling spread across my body as the sensation of my insides were pulled from within me. And thus, through a pain that transcended anything inflicted upon my hide of scales, I accepted my fate.